Piao Tianwenxue     “Sing, sing, sing!” After Zhang Qi and Tang Ying muttered for a few words, Hua Shang and the others started to cheer again, “Cut the cake, cut the cake!”

"Singing is your job." Zhang Qi's voice broke and singing was quite difficult. He shouted at Hua Shang who was joking in anger.

But today is Zhang Qi's birthday. Hua Shang is rare. He doesn't think Zhang Qi will be angry on such a day. He comes over with a smile, "Brother Qi, this is wrong. Everyone is waiting for you to start."

"This rule is wrong." Zhang Qi had lived in modern times for a while, so how could he not know that Hua Shang was squinting himself, and glanced at Hua Shang who was smiling, "Monkey Hua, you are very brave..."

"Okay, don't be angry on your birthday." Su Qin saw Hua Shang shrank his neck and expressed fear, and pinched Zhang Qi with amusedness and said, "I'll take the cake over."

"My wife, I'll go." Tang Ying saw that the opportunity to perform had come, and stood up unavoidably and said to Su Qin, but his words made the atmosphere cold.

I pulled it away, and the title of Master's wife actually appeared. The man in front of me, who was a few years older than everyone, was really shameless.

"Master's wife? Uh, just sit down first, I'll go." Su Qin looked strange and looked at Zhang Qi who was sitting firmly on Diaoyutai, thinking that she would have to be severely questioned tonight.

Some time ago, a captain called his grandmaster's wife came, and now a guy called his grandmaster's wife came. Poor girls in their twenties have two more generations, and the next generation is actually a man in his early thirties. How can this make people feel sorry for?

"Light candles on the table in the living room. There are also two bottles of wine. Remember to bring the cup." Su Qin was embarrassed, but Zhang Qi looked rude. He was the same as his apprentice when he was his apprentice. This was his duty and there was nothing to be tempted.

Tang Ying also consciously went to get the cake with his apprentice, lit candles, and found two bottles of wine in the house, and walked out with a cup.

After drinking and eating, we were full of food and food. When the party ended and everyone went to bed, Zhang Qi was sitting carelessly on the sofa, holding the egg birthday noodles that Su Qin had laid for him, and ate them smoothly.

Around him were Tang Ying and several of Tang Ying's apprentices, all sitting upright and not daring to be ill-decorated, but they couldn't help but look at Zhang Qi from time to time.

"To be honest, it was an accident to accept you as your apprentice." Zhang Qi put down the bowl and chopsticks after eating the noodles. He looked at Tang Ying and said with an upset face, "Tell me why you learned martial arts for."

"Master, that. The most heroic person is for the country and the people, but if the master has something to do, the disciple will obey his work." Tang Ying had a long time ago, and when he heard Zhang Qi's inquiry, he immediately started to talk nonsense, "You have been to Japan and can't stand some things, so my disciple will do them for you."

Tang Ying said carefully. He knew that this was the last hurdle for apprenticing to become a disciple. This was related to what kind of kung fu taught him in the future. If you answer well, there would be hope for the Nine Yang Divine Art. If you don’t answer well, then you will only have Taizu Changquan.

"What I taught you is enough for you to stay in Japan." Zhang Qi felt a vague idea in his heart. Perhaps it would be a good thing to accept Tang Ying as his apprentice.

Moreover, this idea was also thought of with Tang Ying, and he fostered his courage. Tang Ying quickly spoke: "In the late martial arts era, promoting martial arts can play a great role. Your level is too high. If you let your disciples come, it may be effective."

"Haha." Zhang Qi finally smiled. This statement coincided with his ideas. No one who practices martial arts does not want the world to disappear or a stagnant pool of water.

Although modern times seem peaceful, Zhang Qi knew that the battle between Ermi and I had not disappeared, there were no damn people at all, but the rise of hot weapons, and everyone no longer valued martial arts so much. In addition, various reasons have led to the current era of the late martial arts, which is the sorrow of a martial artist.

However, if Zhang Qi was asked to learn Huo Yuanjia and teach the whole nation to practice martial arts, Zhang Qi would not be that great. It would be too tiring to do such things. He is not a sage, so why do these thankless things?

I hope someone does something, but I am unwilling to do it myself. Of course, the best target is Tang Ying. As the owner of the Hokkaido Hall of the Chinese martial arts hall, the foreign environment is relatively relaxed, and Tang Ying's conditions are unique.

Zhang Qi's plan is that except for the hard work, everything else can be taught to Tang Ying, and then spread it through Tang Ying to achieve his own goal.

Now it seems that this thing can really be done. It is much easier to accept an apprentice to be a hero than to be a hero yourself.

"Should I be like what I said on TV?" Zhang Qi and his heart thought of the scene of taking disciples in a cartoon and said, "The important task of saving the earth is left to you."

"Uh." Tang Ying's face was suddenly full of darkness, but Ran Cangqi and Weng Lingbo almost endured their internal injuries for a while. This was so funny. It was not like someone with a cold face like Zhang Qi would say it, but it was because of this that everyone felt that it was even more funny.

Hearing Zhang Qi's words, Tang Ying cheered in his heart. Perhaps Zhang Qi would not train him as a closed disciple, but it is not very difficult to obtain general martial arts.

He was the right bet, and Zhang Qi still cared about the environment in the world. This is not selflessness, worrying about the country and the people, but that environment he needs to cultivate his successor.

People who practice martial arts need environment. You are mingling with those guys with only one combat power all day long. What's the use of practicing martial arts hard to reach a level of one hundred? If the combat power is ten, it will sweep everything. Why do you still have such hard work? Zhang Qi himself feels that after coming to modern times, his martial arts has become much slower. He has only recently discovered a problem. This environment cannot produce masters.

If he can't make a master, then his successor, not only can he dominate by making a three-legged cat kung fu, but that's useless, he won't be angry to death. So whether it's taking care of his compatriots, promoting martial arts, or strengthening these comparisons, Zhang Qi is happy to let someone do it for him to increase the strength of the world.

"In the past few days, I have found a good day and I have been polite. You are my apprentice. Come to me whatever you want to learn. For one condition, promote martial arts and teach more Chinese people to practice martial arts. The foreigners will use some fake styles to fool them." Zhang Qi made a quick decision, and emphasized to Tang Ying in a very narrow sense.

As a person who practices Chinese martial arts, Tang Ying's personality is similar to Zhang Qi. Without Zhang Qi's reminder, he would not teach those Japanese people any real kung fu.

Since he accepted this apprentice, Zhang Qi had no intention of teaching him all the time. His plan was to write the key points into the book, then correct some of Tang Ying's mistakes, and let him practice it by himself. If you don't understand anything, you can find yourself video, which is quite convenient.

With Tang Ying in addition, life is no different. Zhang Qi went to work as usual the next day.

Because Zhang Qi's enthusiasm for driving is not very high and his progress is so slow, Zhang Qi, who can't drive, either asks to take him or go to work every day, but this is not a solution, so returning to his old job is the best choice.

Zhang Daxia can drive motorcycles, to be precise, sheep, the one with a speed of up to 60.

This is not the fastest means of transportation that Zhang Qi has ever ridden. It is common for a thousand-mile horse that has sprinted to sprint, and the speed is 10 per hour.

So Zhang Qi was used to the operation method of turning the accelerator to the end. The colleagues of Huaye County Public Security Bureau were fortunate to see their director driving a little sheep to work.

"I probably read it right, is that Director Zhang?" Zhou Ling was rubbing the glass of Zhang Qi's office at this time and looked down the window. She happened to see Zhang Qi, who was full of happiness on her face, riding a little lamb, looking like a big and big child.

Zhou Ling was curious, but after seeing this, Qu Hanbai felt depressed, "You are cheating, the director is riding a little lamb, and as the deputy director, will he have to ride a bicycle tomorrow?"

The director who drove a motorcycle was very special, but everyone didn't dare to show any ridicule expressions. Instead, when Zhang Qi passed by, he had to show his recognition of Director Zhang's honest officials, and he had to look admiring. It was necessary to have a look of admiration.

However, when Zhang Qi rushed to the wall of the parking lot at a speed of 60 per hour, the expressions on the people he saw quickly turned into panic. If he was about to run into it, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

If Su Qin was present, she would definitely rub her temples with her fingers. She would know very well that this was Zhang Qi's old problem.

After Zhang Daxia arrived at the parking position, his legs were straight down, and to others, he stepped on the ground lightly. Then the people and the car instantly changed from high speed to stillness, and after a squeaking sound was made on the wheels and the ground.

In everyone's surprised and admirable eyes, Zhang Qi held the sword box that he rarely left now, and walked towards his office with his never-locked car style.

"Damn, Schumacher!" "The person driving a motorcycle is called Rossi." "Rossi rides a sheep?" Leaving a piece of eyes and colleagues' discussion, Zhang Qi came to the office, but his mood was not so good.

"A fire?" Zhang Qi said to Captain Qiu, a fire brigade with an incredible look on his face, "Can your fruits catch fire in your house? All fools know that there is something wrong with this kind of thing."

"It's not fruit, it's some materials for packaging fruits, and there are several rooms," Captain Qiu explained. "The loss is not big, but those merchants are very worried now."

Zhang Qi would not be worried about something. What he was afraid of was that Hong Shukai and his group of people began to play tricks. If they didn't do these dirty things, Zhang Qi was thinking about putting some pressure on them.

Now that I stretch out my hand, there will be traces to follow, and it will be natural to follow the clues.

"The fire point? The cause of the fire? Has the person involved figured out?" Zhang Qi continued to ask Captain Qiu, and he also believed that such things would not be done by himself.
Chapter completed!